I grew up in a small town that no one had ever heard of. It had cities all around, but remained an unknown pocket of blue skies and sprawling, green fields. People never moved to this town, but they never left either. So generations knew generations, until the entire town knew each other. The downtown was only a single block of a two story “high rise”. A restaurant could not survive a few months of business and after awhile, it would close and a new hopeful would take its place. I met my best friends in this town and we would traipse all over the place. Every little nook and cranny of the fields around us were different countries, continents, and worlds we’d play in. I was attached to this place, and the people I knew until I was much, much older and our little pocket of blue skies and sprawling, green fields had lost their sheen. I was chasing adventure, and no longer finding them where I was, sought them elsewhere. I travelled Europe, explored cities and the tiny pockets of France. Italy, and Greece. By the end of my adventures, I was homesick for my own pocket of blue skies. I returned to that little town that no one I encountered in my adventures abroad had ever heard of, but somehow, that now added to the sheen.
I grew up in a small town that no one had ever heard of. It had cities all around, but remained an unknown pocket of blue skies and sprawling, green fields. People never moved to this town, but they never left either. So generations knew generations, until the entire town knew each other.
The downtown was only a single block of a two story “high rise”. A restaurant could not survive a few months of business and after awhile, it would close and a new hopeful would take its place.
I met my best friends in this town and we would traipse all over the place. Every little nook and cranny of the fields around us were different countries, continents, and worlds we’d play in. I was attached to this place, and the people I knew until I was much, much older and our little pocket of blue skies and sprawling, green fields had lost their sheen. I was chasing adventure, and no longer finding them where I was, sought them elsewhere. I travelled Europe, explored cities and the tiny pockets of France. Italy, and Greece. By the end of my adventures, I was homesick for my own pocket of blue skies. I returned to that little town that no one I encountered in my adventures abroad had ever heard of, but somehow, that now added to the sheen.